"Sit down!" he commanded. "Your plan is clever enough; but I have another worth ten of it."
And, laying down his pipe, this extraordinary man lifted the decanter and refilled his glass to the brim without spilling a drop.
What was the Major's plan? Wait again, and you shall see it evolved in operation.
CHAPTER VI.
MALBROUCK S'EN VA.
"There is mischief of some sort brewing," said Mr. Smellie, the Riding Officer.
"You think so?" queried Mr. Pennefather, trimming a quill.
"I'd stake my last shilling on it," said Mr. Smellie, slapping his right boot with his riding-whip. "You, a family man, now—"
"Eleven."